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chat_system_1962490554_actor_description=Hank. Drunken pirate.
chat_system_1962490554_switch_0_header_1=^?^Eh... Hey, you two... Yes, I'm talking to you... you twins... come here, you knocked over my rum! You've come for a nice little chat wi' ol' Hank, have ye?<br>A thousand green imps in a bucket of chum! They've kicked ol' Hank out of his own tavern, so they have!
chat_system_1962490554_FIRST_question=^?^Hey! Who's there, eh? <br>[s]The pirate is dead drunk. He has trouble raising his head to look at you, and is barely able to talk without hiccuping.[/s]
chat_system_1962490554_FIRST_answer_0=^?^My name is Amelie.
chat_system_1962490554_snap_0_question=^?^Am.. Amelie, eh... I swear its... its... I swear by my bottle, you're not from around here! Which means... you've got no idea who you're talking to, eh? Am I drunk? I mean – am I right?
chat_system_1962490554_snap_0_answer_0=^?^Yes, I just recently landed on the island and I have no idea who you are.
chat_system_1962490554_snap_0_header_0=^?^And the name Hank means nothing to you? By a thousand sea urchins, does nobody know a blessed thing about anybody else on this accursed island?<br>[s]The distraught pirate shakes a drunken fist at an uncaring world, and a single tear squeezes from his eye. The strong smell of rum currently saturating his every pore, wafts in your direction:[/s]<br>And I, let me tell you... I went for a sail with that young scally Rob Cuttlefish. Seven years from bottle to bottle, as I do recall.... Oh, the times we had...
chat_system_1962490554_MAIN_question=^?^[s]It seems that Hank has managed to doze off, roasting gently in the sun. But when he hears your voice, he opens his eyes slightly and grabs the bottle lying nearby...[/s] <br>Hey, who here? Aaa, it's you... What you want?
chat_system_1962490554_MAIN_answer_0=^?^Tell me about Rob Cuttlefish.
chat_system_1962490554_MAIN_answer_1=^?^I'd love to hear some pirate yarns.
chat_system_1962490554_MAIN_header_1=^?^Aye, there's been much talk of late – being as how there's a darned female leading the pirate community! Cross my blackened heart and swear to be sober, but 'tis true! Sure 'tis bad luck to have a woman aboard, but a woman in charge – then you're doomed for sure!<br>Know ye how Arianna came to be mistress here? Following the sorry death of poor Jack Albatross, up she marched, bold as brass, claiming the island was rightfully hers – she being the daughter of ol' Jack, you understand. 'Course, everyone just laughed... you've got to be the toughest, richest, blackest pirate sailing the Seven Seas, to win the respect of the pirate community. As if that disorderly rabble of sea dogs would be willin' to serve under a crumpet!<br>And then into our waters comes the White Kraken! Disaster, I tell ye! Dozens of our ships sunk, and the fearsome sea monster trolling the waters for more... 'Twas Arianna that stepped up and promised to rid us from the Kraken – at a price, mark ye – we should recognize her as our leader.<br>The pirate barons had a good laugh at this: how could a young slip of a thing succeed where a thousand desperate pirates had failed! But the wager was made... Arianna's ship set out to sea that very day, and for two long days no sign of mast nor sail was seen, but on the third... Arianna's ship sailed back into dock, tight as a cork. True enough, the Kraken's not been heard of since.<br>But... tis common knowledge that any pirate who serves on Arianna's crew is bound for life – try to desert ship, and then, me hearties, you'll disappear, down into Davy Jones' locker, for tis rumored she's in league with the Kraken... for a price...
chat_system_1962490554_MAIN_answer_2=^?^What's it like living here? Tell me about Scarlet Wind.
chat_system_1962490554_MAIN_header_2=^?^Pah![s]Hank spits with great relish.[/s] <br>It's a cursed hole! Rum's of no use, for pirates today are not like they were back in the days of ol' Cuttlefish. No one's up for a life of risk and adventure on the open sea! They say it's better over there on Rusty Anchor. Well me – I'll hunt my fortune here, and retire to Rusty Anchor when I'm dead!
chat_system_1962490554_MAIN_answer_3=^?^I've no time to shoot the breeze with you. See you!
chat_system_1962490554_snap_4_question=^?^Rob Cuttlefish was a famous pirate and a good friend! Even when he stranded me out on a deserted island, he left me a barrel of rum for company– now there's a real gent! We've sailed right around the world – all four corners and back – him an' me! Aye, the sights we've seen would peel your eyeballs... We fought against the Lizardmen, ran from the White Kraken, bought two-headed cows from zombie traders... I've even seen human beings grow wings in the Temple of Love – tickle me with a jellyfish if it be not true! Though they snapped right off again, useless as a broken rudder...<br>Now here's a good yarn: old Robbie, he once bought a talking door from that merchant, Lew Klisan – an odd character there, and no mistake. Anyways, he sets it up to guard our treasures. Right here on Scarlet Wind! Trouble is, he took the secret of that door with him to the grave.
chat_system_1962490554_snap_4_answer_0=^?^He told no one the secret of how to open it? Not even you – his closest friend?
chat_system_1962490554_snap_4_header_0=^?^Fact is, he simply didn't have time to tell anyone. I swear by Rob's beard, his death was passing sudden – even took Death himself by surprise, I'll warrant! We sat there drinking, and he told me of a parrot, that knows the secret word. Well I got a little heated at this point – the rum always makes me a little excitable – and I grabbed my bottle and broke it on the bonehead... Rob came down terrible sick and had scuttled his tub, if you get my meaning, a few days later...<br>And so they buried the poor soak on Rusty Anchor Island. And all that remained of the bright memory of old Cuttlefish was that silly bird. Blast me, if the parrot didn't up and fly away the very next day!